[ sonia watches him with wide, alert eyes, feeling much smaller than she is under this man's towering shadow. she recognizes only one of the drug names, and only by chance trivia, but it's enough to give real weight to the possibility that this man is simply mad. but if he is, he knows it. her mouth opens partway, her brow knitting. ]

I'm -- I'm sorry. We don't have anything like that here -- wait. [ piotr's men had just returned from a successful raid... ] I think the soldiers brought medicine with them from the last raid. They might...

[ she crouches slowly to pick up the blade from the ground, never taking her eyes off him. it seems like the wiser move. carefully, slowly she straightens, holding the blade back out to him, handle first. ]

I can ask.